The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dry, cracked earth stretches out, like... somehow merging with this pale, turquoise pool that's reflecting a twisted, impossible version of the sky... uh, it's really hard to breathe. The air's heavy with the smell of ozone and there's this... constant, low hum, like the earth itself is vibrating, and I feel like I'm being pulled down into it. I see this Reuleaux triangle somehow buried in the dirt, still pulsing, and it's... it's pulling the pool's water up into the air, where it's just... freezing into these perfect, tiny spheres that are hovering in mid-air, not moving at all.